Tuesday, February 24, 2015

'Won't somebody think of the children!!' #Porn is going away from @Blogger



I guess we've all seen the sanitisation of Blogger coming for quite a while. And now it is official:

"As of 23rd March 2015, we will no longer allow the public sharing of adult content on Blogger, including images and video that are sexually explicit or contain graphic nudity."

Like many other 'Adult' bloggers, I've been emailed by Google today to say that they will be updating their Blogger Content Guidelines from 23rd of March, removing the ability to post Adult content on their Servers. They identify this blog as one that contains sexually explicit materials, and warn that if I do not remove this content by the 23rd March, they will remove it from public view (although, kindly, leave it as a private blog accessible only by myself and specifically invited guests. For now).

Which leaves me in a quandary.

I've been keeping this blog for nearly 8 years now - so that's quite a lot of content I've got to review and remove. Not that I post a great deal of images here (that's why I have a tumblr feed), but that is still a great deal of content to review in just over a month. I am not even too sure what I need to be removing, since Google are very sketchy as to what might constitute 'explicit nudity' (does that include images of me in full rubber, or puppy-play events?! - they're not nude or sexual, but they could be considered explicit...); they haven't even said whether the content is specific to my own posts, of if it also includes any posted in the comments, or provided via a side-bar feed.

For now, we've been warned that it is only 'sexually explicit or graphic nude images/videos'  that must be removed - however the guidelines mention 'sharing of adult content including images', so I'm not sure how long it will be before they are removing all Adult content, including words and descriptions - which is just about everything on this blog (and every other kinky blog here).

So - what to do? This blog has been a major focus for the process of discovering myself as a pup - and of discovering others in the community; it has been a board through which to develop my writing skills and stories, and a way to get those stories out into the world. It has become an identity and a brand - known and recognised in many of the places were I've met other pups and BDSM brothers. So what do I do now? Do I simply weed out all pictures and hope that Google allows descriptive Adult content to fly under the radar of the spreading Censorship of the 'net? Or do I abandon my readership here and jump ship to another blogging platform in the hope that they don't simply follow Google's lead over the next few months (assuming that they haven't already)?

What do you guys think?

Thursday, February 19, 2015

New book! A call for submissions to "An old #dog's advice to new #Pups"

I am currently compiling a new book on puppy play called "An old dog's advice to new pups".

Would you like to help me write it...?

What I have in mind is a guidance book, with sections on all the 'normal' stuff a new pup might want to know (such as 'what does it mean to be a pup', 'does it have to be sexual?', and 'what's with all the expensive gear?!'); however, I also want to offer thoughts and advice on some of the deeper aspects too: 'WHY would I want to be a pup?', 'how do I play safely?', and 'what is puppy headspace?'

The book will be focused towards the new and upcoming generation of pups , alphas, Handlers and potential Owners who are coming to the scene in droves, but hopefully it will still also prove of interest to those old veterans (like me!) who have been around for a while, but are always open to a refresher. It might also prove an interesting read to those who just want to know a little more about what the pup and puppy-play scene entails.


Most of the book will be based around the experience of myself and my Handler in the growing pup scene over the last few decades, together with the experiences of our friends in the gay and BDSM puppy community. But, I don't want this book to be just about one aspect of the community. Sure, I've been around since what feels like the beginning of the scene, but this is such a big and diverse community that I feel one voice could never hope to capture everything that is both important and joyous about what it means to be a pup and so I want to pepper the book with comments, anecdotes and advice from real pups and Handlers from every aspect of the scene


And that's where YOU come in.


I would like to gather as many thoughts, questions, anecdotes and advice from other pups, Handlers, Owners and players as I can - and have set up an anonymous submissions form using Survey Monkey to make it easier for people to supply their contributions. The form is very simple: just a few questions to establish your name and role (so I can tag them appropriately in the book), and then five broad questions about your experience of puppy play, and the advice that you would like to give to new people entering the scene. I expect it should only take 5-10 minutes to complete.

The survey can be found at:


All I need you to do is to complete the survey - and then tell your puppy friends and contacts about it so they can complete it too.


I will try to use as many of your submissions as I can in the book, and promise to credit everyone who's comment is included (using the puppy or scene name they provide on the form; if you also wish to have an image of yourself in the book, then there is space for you to provide a link to a suitable, copyright-free profile picture of yourself that you are happy for me to use). 

Sadly, I can't offer payment for any contributions, but I can offer you the chance to feel the warm glow of knowing that you've done your bit for our community - and the unique pleasure of seeing your words in print!



With thanks - and a great big WUFF!!
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Sunday, January 25, 2015

Service


Look at how beautifully he struggles to please his Man. See how he swallows, then works hard to keep his throat open - the hard blink to let the tears of effort flow, and then that long, pleading, upward look of devotion.

Worship your Man with equal effort. Train your throat to overcome its natural instincts to choke - learn to take ALL of Him, root deep. It's simple and it's possible - all it takes his practice and dedication. Work until you can take Him all the way down into your throat. Let Him feel the flutter of your vocal chords around the head of His GodCock - strive to give Him pleasure like no other cock-sucker has before. 

You will never feel such pride and honour as when you feel the tremble of ecstasy through His body at the unique feeling as your body ripples and pulses around Him - or hear the thickness in His voice when He gasps that ‘Good BOY!’ in hunger and shock.

Devote you body to His pleasure - and gain TRUE and lasting pleasure in doing so. 

THIS is what it means to love and serve - and this is the true joy of submission.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Inflation

Beautifully inflated rubber - shared by @Langlitzleathercop.


Imagine being inside this suit Can you feel the soft press of the inner skin - squeezed against you by the building pressure of the enfolding layers…? The rising heat and the slow trickle of sweat down your back, chest and thighs…? 

Can you imagine how it feels to breath inside the muffled silence of that heavily inflated hood - the only sound the struggling hiss of your own breath through the valves and tubes - slow and hypnotic as you struggle to surrender to your predicament…

Your every move feels like it is underwater: resisted by the tightness and the unrelenting press of the suit; it forces your arms, your legs, your neck and body into a simple, upright pose: part doll, part object… 

You catch sight of yourself in the dungeon mirrors: the bulbous head swings around to look, and the lights flash from the misted lenses; you can hardly recognise yourself as human, so transformed are you within the grotesquely swollen form… You walk slowly forward: your movements are awkward, sluggish - forced as they are against restricting rubber. You reach up with gloved hands, touch your distended reflection and then the swollen bulge of your inflated chest: unbelieving that this inhuman perversion is what you now look like. You peer into the ballooned swell of what remains of your face, trying to see any remnants of who you once were within the tiny pin-prick eyes - but only blank and glistening rubber and plastic meets your desperate gaze. 

You hear a hiss as more air is pumped into the suit - the pressure around you builds even more: pressing the inner skin tight against your body, squeezing into every fold, every crack and indentation; the strain of holding your arms up against the press and pressure becomes too much, and your arms are forced down, rigid by your sides. Your body is trapped within the vice-like clamp of the suit as it presses inwards, tighter and more solid with every hissing second. It becomes difficult to breathe as the rubber over your chest becomes so tight, so hard - all of your focus narrows down to the effort required to simply draw the next wheezing lungful of air, laced with poppers and ether… 

As the rubber squeezes the humanity from your body, and the gas erodes the identity from your mind, you slowly surrender to what you now know to be the truth: You are rubber, you are trapped, and this bloated reality will now be your home…



Saturday, January 03, 2015

Puppy new year!

Wow, what a year 2014 was - happy, happy memories...!


Paws crossed for another great one - better than the last! (Which shouldn't be too difficult, as long as I get to spend a good part of it at my Mans side...)

Namaste!

Thursday, January 01, 2015

True service - true surrender.



That beautiful look: the pleading, upward cast eyes, the mouth already starting to form the ‘O’ of rapture - that open, desperate look of devotion and hunger that says “Please, Sir, fuck me. Let me give myself to You in pleasure and self-sacrifice”

This is the look of a true sub: a true man who willingly surrenders himself to the pleasure of Other Men, so that he may stoke the hunger that feeds them both, and raise your sex to an experience of Divinity. 

Don’t underestimate such a man - don’t belittle him or think him ‘less’ than others, for within this man lies the power to transform You into a God. For that is the power of the devotion from a true sub: in his eyes you will see Yourself reflected a hundredfold, in his devotion to You will feel yourself cleansed of frailty, in His Honouring of You You will find Yourself made worthy of Service. 

Let him worship Your cock. Let him pour forth his devotion on the altar of Your Masculinity. Let his worship of You transform You into the embodiment of his God - Your GodCock the Holy Phalus around which his very world spins. Let him poor His devotion into You - feel it in the heat and pulse of his body, the electric flash of every hooded glance he casts upwards to Your holy countenance. Feel Yourself empowered in that love.

Give him the honour of making You happy - let him feed upon You in selfless pleasure: every lick, every ripple of His tongue and twitch of his powerful throat bringing You closer to the most powerful orgasm you have ever known.

Let him take You inside the Temple of his body - and finally - let him transform you BOTH in the holy sacrament of giving him Your seed.

Let this Man honour You, serve You - LOVE You - and in doing so, change You, body and soul.

Tuesday, December 09, 2014

#Pup-social weekend - Birmingham 2014 (Saturday through to Sunday)



Both Sir and I were exhausted after all the fun of the PupSocial, so we headed back to the hotel to strip the pup of his rubber and shower him down - and then fell into bed for a wonderful snuggle.

I've said it before, but it's true: those moments wrapped warm and safe in my Man's arms are some of the best moments of any play-date - and the sleep I have, knowing He is there, surrounding and protecting me, some of the deepest and most satisfying I have anytime...

We woke after a few hours, then had to dress quickly and head out - ready to meet Neil and friends for a night of culture. We didn't really have time to eat, so grabbed some chips, hopped a taxi - and then ate in glorious out-of-the-bag decadence, sitting on a wall beside the canal - introducing Neil to the culinary delights of deep-fried battered mushrooms in the process...

We had been booked to see 'The Judas Kiss' at the Crescent Theater. The play was incredibly moving and explored Oscar Wilde's disastrous relationship with the unbelievably selfish Bosie (Lord Alfred Douglas) in two scenes: at the Cadogan Hotel whilst Oscar waits to be arrested, and two years after his incarceration, shamed, broken and penniless in a rat infested hotel in Naples. Seeing the shame and horror of the Victorian world at 'the love that dare not speak its name' seemed especially poignant, given the context of the rest of our weekend, and the Pride I feel in publicly being who I am - and yet it also made me think of all the places and cultures that still exist in the world today who seek to humiliate, outlaw and silence our love, our culture and our very existence.

Everyone was quite talkative about the play (and especially the very sweet actor who played Robbie) on our walk back through Brindley place, the Gas-street basin and on to the Gay quarter - but they still managed to talk themselves into another night of Skinhead chasing at the Boltz club, whilst my Man and I retired back to the hotel for a nuzzle, a snuggle, and a catch up with our sleep...

8----8

Sunday began - as all puppy-mornings do - with a great deal of sleepy puppy tail-wagging, a very wet licky tongue, a hungry welcoming throat, and a very happy puppy getting a well earned shot of protein - and then leaping out of bed to get my Man a reconstituting tea and biscuits...



We had no real plans for the day, so dressed and headed down into the city - ending up at the Canalside Cafe in the Gas street basin, for a breakfast watching the narrowboats bobbing at their moorings as various boat-tours came and went with happy tourists waving as they passed. A canal-boat tour seemed a very good idea, so we strolled along to have a look at the ICC (and a sneaky peak into the Symphony hall) and then joined a couple of German gents to hop the next boat for a very pleasant chug along the canals and Birmingham's rich industrial history (the fact that the helmsman was a rather cute, curly-headed blond in some rather fetching work-jeans didn't do any harm either...).

We were a little chilly by the end of our tour, so we headed back through the ICC and out into Millennium square: there to be welcomed by a skating rink full of people, and the edges of a German Christmas Market so stuffed with crowds that they had had to instigate a one-way system at one point. It was rather fun though - as were the roasted chestnuts and Belgian hot chocolate that we bought; just to warm our hands, you understand...

We wandered for a good hour, then finally met up with a great bunch of guys from Boltz at a huge Weihnachtspyramide-topped Bieerkeller stand - including the boot-mad Nicholas (who we had met before in Berlin, but it took me half a conversation to recognise - and then make everyone laugh by apologising with the universal 'What would I know: I'm a dog!' ). Neil was also there, despite having called off on meeting us for high-tea as he needed to catch a 3:30pm train back to Cardiff - saying he had been lured to stay longer by the very sweet Kevin, and his promise of a 20% discount on a new pair of made-to-measure Wescos. At least, that was the excuse - I'm not sure it wasn't Kevin's moustaches that sweetened the deal - it certainly would have been were it me...

We chatted to everyone for a while, but my Man was getting tired, so they offered to walk us back to the hotel. Even so, there was a great deal of milling outside of Tescos, a little bit of beard-cruising, and a fair consumption of tiny pancakes until we finally made our way back to the gay quarter - were we made our farewells, and agreed to meet later in the evening for supper.


Sir and I headed back to our hotel for a much needed snuggle and 'Disco nap' before the rest of the night's entertainment - then it was into our chaps and boilersuits for a walk into the Gay Village, there to wait - hassled by amorous drunks - whilst we waited for the boys. It was a rather longer - and colder - wait than we'd arranged, but we finally got everyone together for a fantastic noodle supper at MinMin - (even if the waitress did make my man laugh by asking 'Are you on a boys night out?' - 'Honey' He said 'I've not been called a boy in a VERY long time!')

Feeling contentedly fed (but not 'too full to fuck'), it was then on to Boltz - which was much quieter than the previous night. We bumped into one of Sir's friends for a brief chat on our way in, but then my Man dragged me off into the Bullring for a little fun.

Sir chose to start our play in the 'Motorbike room': ordering me to strip down out of my boilersuit, then drawing me over beside the bike and the down onto my knees before Him - my tongue eager to work His cock from the tight confines of His leather jock-strap so that I could worship and pleasure Him - pulling Him down into my throat and into my soul. I was utterly lost in devotion, but still aware of the guys who gathered to watch and give awed encouragement to my dedication - feeding off their arousal and using it to power even greater attempts to please and honour my Man.

Sir stopped me before I could bring Him to climax though - preferring to save that gift for one of the other rooms where we might have more privacy. Both sling-rooms were busy - and Sir had no condoms with Him so we couldn't get very active in the sling anyway; Sir finally led me into the Worship room, there to sit enthroned with the pup at His feet, greedily working away like some God-awed acolyte - before putting the pup down onto his back in the cage so He could get right down into my throat and TAKE His pleasure as long and deep as He wished - before having me kneel and take His holy seed upon my tongue in blessed sacrament (then greedily suck the last beautiful drops whilst Sir squeezed them out from the very base of His meat with His hands...)

Sated and bonded, we headed back out into the bar - and caught up with Andy to chat about how much fun the Social had been, and his plans for future PupSocial events on a bi-monthly basis.

It was a great end to the day - and we finally managed to drag ourselves away around midnight with lots of hugs and beard rubs all round.

8---8

Sunday morning found us slow to wake - horny and hungry but not wanting to get up. Several days of having my hole plugged had made me so ready and eager for my Man - and I confess to being very wriggly and whimpery in my desire to be fucked (even flipping myself onto my back with my legs in the air with my hole twitching a morse-like 'Fuck me now - PLEASE!') - but Sir was very strong and told me 'NO, pup! - I don't want to start something we won't have time to finish...'

So instead it was into a cold shower, then packing and check-out in record time - and then heading out onto the road home.

We often take the A roads for a more scenic route home - so Sir took us out of Birmingham through the Asian markets and hookah shops of Solihul, and then on through the winding country roads of Warwickshire and Oxford.

We skipped breakfast, but found a wonderul little Farm shop and tea room at Lime farm, Farthinghoe - where we stopped for Hommity pie and a pet of their goats, rabbits and pigs - then headed on through Banbury and Hoxton (the pup frantically writing notes for the blog on a notepad on his knee) - and a surprise little visit to my Alma Mater's originating location at Heythrop Park before finally turning for home and our farewells for another few weeks.


Thank you Sir - it was a wonderful weekend,and much needed. I Love my Man - balls to bone!



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